"Fire..."
With a soft yet aggressive tone, Aran gestured with his arm to signal the start of their bombardment.
From within the Crossiere, the accumulation of magic power turned to an abrupt stillness. The magic core's tank filled the looming barrel of the railguns, calibrating them to a specified degree until it reaches the permissive destruction rate. Aran deliberately updated Crossiere's rate of power in order to ensure that the destructive wave wouldn't obliterate the whole place. A precaution to adjust its power level.
